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elanya at 10:14am on 27/11/2004
elanya at 10:14am on 27/11/2004a: happy birthday Mr Cat!
b: I had *more* really weird dreams last night. This time, it involved a really weird mix of things from RL, and things from my imaginatin. There were fraggles involved. At one point, I may have been a fraggle. Or I may have been some how micronized to fraggle size. I was trying to get to the airport to see hazel, but because I couldn't find my visa I couldn't get there. I realized this when I was in the fraggle world and I went to show my sylph/fraggle/something(?) (she wasn't a puppet! She was pale green, with pointed ears, was dressed in a gauzy thite toga sort of thing, and could soar or fly. She had a strange sense of humour) girlfriend (I think I was a guy at this point?) that my new Visa had a realy nice crop of visa berries. Apparently, in this world, visas appeared as trees with snow white berries, and the amount of berries represented your credit limit. Anyway, I realized that I only had my old Visa, so I had to retrace my steps to find it.
This was a long dream, and I don't think I remember it 'in order' if there was an order. At one point, I was with some guys who were in cadets, and I was trying to explain why it was hard for one of their friends to be the only petty officer around, because he had all this responsability, and didn't have anyone he could relax with, because of the hirearchical division. And since he was the only PO, he was *always* on duty. I felt bad for him. I think the kid I was explaining this to was a younger(?) version of one of the guys in my historiography class. Then he (the kid) went off to play with a railgun that was part of their camp that was all over grown with weeds. i was worried about his penchant for pointing it at people, but I think I figured that it was too old and damaged to actually fire. And also, it was his PO's job to control him, and I think he was around and headed to talk to him, maybe.
There was another part where, because of the searching I'd been doing for my Visa, I had to try to rush back to the airport, and I knew the fastest ay to do this would be through the fraggle world, since the fraggle holes go everywhere. And I'm pretty sure that at this point I really *was* a fraggle. I was in someone's house, and maybe there was (another?) fraggle with me, and we were trying to get away, only the people who owned the house (There were pretty much faceless giants) were trying to catch us for some nefarious purpose. I helped the other fraggle escape, but hasd a hell of a time getting out myself, because I didn't want to show these people where the out routes were. I eventually converted my backpack into a flying k-way(?) and flew away... I don't remember if this brought me back to the fraggle world/my girlfriend, or the airport, or what.
Anyway, later on, or at least in a different part of the dream, I was at the airport, and I *think* I was myself. I had called dad to bring me my visa. Possibly, he had brought and checked in my luggage, because I didn't have to go through security with it. I went out to the run way, where there was a truck... like those concession stands that are run out of the side of 18 wheelers, where everyone was getting their carry-on bags searched. The flamboyantly gan guy in tiny running shorts took his ahirbrush out of his bag and put it in a different pocket, because he was afraid that if he had two brushes in the same bag, they would seize one. I was worried that they might take away my hairbrush, because it is so big. When I got up to the front of the line, they started going through my stuff. I was cool. Only they were looking at everyone's cd's to make sure no one had any pirated music. Also, there was some kind of quota based on (annual?) income for even having books and music, and I was afraid that they would seize some of mine for that. I had a copy of The Future by LC, but it was in a large, clear, dvd case, with a photocopy of the cover art. I didn't think they would listen when I tried to explain that my sister and I had inherited my mother's cds, and we just copied them that way, so I shrugged when he seized it, and was sad. I remember getting into a confrontation with some of the people there over not having my ticket, or something. Or not having really paid for it? Apparently, the confirmation that I needed was on my *new* visa somehow, and I needed it to prove that I could get on the plane. But my dad was coming, and I had ataully paid for it with his ticket. I knew that as long as he showed up before the plane was full, it would be okay. Meanwhile, people were also coming out of the back of the truck (it was silver) to get on the plane. This included a whole mess of tiny children, some of whom were already squalling, and only one person to care for them. Also, a drum corps, with guys with white snared and a big white bass drum. They were carrying their instruments on to the plane. I was worried that it was going to be a loud, horrible flight (because boys with drums can't sit quietly, + crying kids), and was thankful that it was just the flight to Philadelphia, and not the trans-atlantic bit.
I was standing off to the side, waiting for dad. A big black detective guy, whose last name was Simon, helped smooth things over for me between the customs/security people I had pissed off. I was upset and it made me a little flippant, see, although I was trying to be polite. Evenentually, dad came, and brought me my visa.
It was a long, weird, convaluted dream. I have had them fpr the past three days. Maybe I should blame the squash pie. or the sleeping in. Those are the only things outside of my normal regime that I can think to blame :o
I think I had Diablotin dreams too, maybe as I was faling asleep.
c: I need to figure out wth I'm doing today o_O
b: I had *more* really weird dreams last night. This time, it involved a really weird mix of things from RL, and things from my imaginatin. There were fraggles involved. At one point, I may have been a fraggle. Or I may have been some how micronized to fraggle size. I was trying to get to the airport to see hazel, but because I couldn't find my visa I couldn't get there. I realized this when I was in the fraggle world and I went to show my sylph/fraggle/something(?) (she wasn't a puppet! She was pale green, with pointed ears, was dressed in a gauzy thite toga sort of thing, and could soar or fly. She had a strange sense of humour) girlfriend (I think I was a guy at this point?) that my new Visa had a realy nice crop of visa berries. Apparently, in this world, visas appeared as trees with snow white berries, and the amount of berries represented your credit limit. Anyway, I realized that I only had my old Visa, so I had to retrace my steps to find it.
This was a long dream, and I don't think I remember it 'in order' if there was an order. At one point, I was with some guys who were in cadets, and I was trying to explain why it was hard for one of their friends to be the only petty officer around, because he had all this responsability, and didn't have anyone he could relax with, because of the hirearchical division. And since he was the only PO, he was *always* on duty. I felt bad for him. I think the kid I was explaining this to was a younger(?) version of one of the guys in my historiography class. Then he (the kid) went off to play with a railgun that was part of their camp that was all over grown with weeds. i was worried about his penchant for pointing it at people, but I think I figured that it was too old and damaged to actually fire. And also, it was his PO's job to control him, and I think he was around and headed to talk to him, maybe.
There was another part where, because of the searching I'd been doing for my Visa, I had to try to rush back to the airport, and I knew the fastest ay to do this would be through the fraggle world, since the fraggle holes go everywhere. And I'm pretty sure that at this point I really *was* a fraggle. I was in someone's house, and maybe there was (another?) fraggle with me, and we were trying to get away, only the people who owned the house (There were pretty much faceless giants) were trying to catch us for some nefarious purpose. I helped the other fraggle escape, but hasd a hell of a time getting out myself, because I didn't want to show these people where the out routes were. I eventually converted my backpack into a flying k-way(?) and flew away... I don't remember if this brought me back to the fraggle world/my girlfriend, or the airport, or what.
Anyway, later on, or at least in a different part of the dream, I was at the airport, and I *think* I was myself. I had called dad to bring me my visa. Possibly, he had brought and checked in my luggage, because I didn't have to go through security with it. I went out to the run way, where there was a truck... like those concession stands that are run out of the side of 18 wheelers, where everyone was getting their carry-on bags searched. The flamboyantly gan guy in tiny running shorts took his ahirbrush out of his bag and put it in a different pocket, because he was afraid that if he had two brushes in the same bag, they would seize one. I was worried that they might take away my hairbrush, because it is so big. When I got up to the front of the line, they started going through my stuff. I was cool. Only they were looking at everyone's cd's to make sure no one had any pirated music. Also, there was some kind of quota based on (annual?) income for even having books and music, and I was afraid that they would seize some of mine for that. I had a copy of The Future by LC, but it was in a large, clear, dvd case, with a photocopy of the cover art. I didn't think they would listen when I tried to explain that my sister and I had inherited my mother's cds, and we just copied them that way, so I shrugged when he seized it, and was sad. I remember getting into a confrontation with some of the people there over not having my ticket, or something. Or not having really paid for it? Apparently, the confirmation that I needed was on my *new* visa somehow, and I needed it to prove that I could get on the plane. But my dad was coming, and I had ataully paid for it with his ticket. I knew that as long as he showed up before the plane was full, it would be okay. Meanwhile, people were also coming out of the back of the truck (it was silver) to get on the plane. This included a whole mess of tiny children, some of whom were already squalling, and only one person to care for them. Also, a drum corps, with guys with white snared and a big white bass drum. They were carrying their instruments on to the plane. I was worried that it was going to be a loud, horrible flight (because boys with drums can't sit quietly, + crying kids), and was thankful that it was just the flight to Philadelphia, and not the trans-atlantic bit.
I was standing off to the side, waiting for dad. A big black detective guy, whose last name was Simon, helped smooth things over for me between the customs/security people I had pissed off. I was upset and it made me a little flippant, see, although I was trying to be polite. Evenentually, dad came, and brought me my visa.
It was a long, weird, convaluted dream. I have had them fpr the past three days. Maybe I should blame the squash pie. or the sleeping in. Those are the only things outside of my normal regime that I can think to blame :o
I think I had Diablotin dreams too, maybe as I was faling asleep.
c: I need to figure out wth I'm doing today o_O
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